Fly butterfly 

And to think it doesn’t even matter because I will jump as high as the stars to catch the fluttering butterfly that will arch it’s way down to the twinkling puddle that envelopes the entire ground. We seek only what is right in front of our eyes when we need to reach for the sun and touch the sky. Green grease will grow under the lemon tree until your love returns to me. I await the day so I can see what it’s like to be me. 

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